Page 64 of A Deal in Darkness
“Stay the fuck still.”
Enzo rubs my ass and the pain ebbs away. He's gentle and it's soothing as he massages my lower back and I start to relax. His hand dips between my cheeks and I stiffen as his thumb hovers over my ass. He presses against it, releases, and presses against it again.
It feels weird but not unpleasant and he plays at my asshole, touching it until I'm relaxed and comfortable.
His breathing quickens and the mattress beneath me vibrates as his thighs thrust his cock into his fist. Enzo's touching himself and he's close to orgasm if his hitched breathing is a good indication. I still and wait, focusing on the feeling of his thumb as it probes my ass.
Enzo roars and cool, sticky liquid sprays up my back, splattering as his come coats my body. His thumb pushes into me a little and I moan, unsure about this new sensation.
“Good girl.”
He stops and rubs his come over my back, making sure every inch of me is covered.
“Get dressed. You'll be late for work unless you hurry.”
I whine and haul my ass out of bed, frustrated I haven't come and now I'm covered in his. I pull out a suitable shirt dress, fastening a leather belt around it. I brush my hair and pull it back into a quick ponytail, opting for minimal makeup. I grab some shoes and race for the front door to find Enzo waiting, immaculately dressed, as if it took hours to look that damn good.
“Let's go, Adi.”
I sit in silence on the way to work, trying to think about anything other than this morning. I'm on edge, and not just because I didn't come. Enzo played with my ass and as much as I hate to admit it, it wasn't awful. I know him well enough to know he won't wait long before taking it further. To say I'm not keen is an understatement, but this morning wasn't as terrible as I'd imagined either.
The car pulls up and Enzo grabs my hand, demanding my attention.
“You're forgetting our deal, Adriana. I own you. Your mouth, your pussy, and your ass. I've been generous. I won't be much longer.”
I nod, and he kisses me, dominant and rough.
He calls after me as I step out of the car and I lean back inside.
“Try not to think about my cock too much today, baby.”
I roll my eyes and close the door, regretting I didn't tell him he should try to focus on something other than my perfect pussy. I'm just glad no one else heard and I walk into work, aware the car doesn't pull away until I'm inside.
I find my way to my office, and Lucinda is waiting with a cup of tea.
“You look like you had a long night,” she says, handing me my drink.
“Thanks, I was up late reading,” I mumble, ignoring the backhanded compliment.
I sink into my seat and power up my computer, annoyed that Lucinda's taken a seat without asking. She's staring at my bookcase and her eyebrows rise on more than one occasion, clearly impressed with the collection sitting on display.
“Is that a first edition of Jane Austen?”
I glance at the shelf and nod my head. “It was a gift from my other half.”
God knows how I'm meant to introduce Enzo. Boyfriend? Partner? Demon lover? Fuck god who owns me until he decides otherwise? Filthy rich benefactor who stuck his thumb in my ass this morning?
“You should keep hold of him. It's worth a fortune. Let me know if you're looking to get rid.”
I smile and wonder what she'd give to be in my place.
“We're pretty settled.”
Lucinda sips her coffee and eyes the other books on my shelves. She stops at a fake photo of Enzo and me relaxing on a beach and her eyes flick back to me.
“I'll admit I was worried when you first walked in. My career depends on yours and you didn't seem to have a clue—but you've got good taste. That hunk on your arm will help smooth the way at the fancy receptions and book launches.”
Enzo isn't helping at just the receptions, but she doesn't need to know that. Nor does she need to be such a goddamn bitch, but the girl is determined to act like she owns the place and I'm going to have to find a way of dealing with her. One that doesn't involve Enzo if I want to maintain any self-respect.
